First World Problems.

As I was going through my daily session of reading news and watching TV it hit me that while a whole range of people from our own military and the paramilitary forces are struggling to rescue, from what the news papers say, about 60,000 stranded in the North India floods, I am sitting in my cozy Lazyboy and complaining about my non-existent problems. 

While people are rendered homeless and desperately searching for their family—-

I am complaining about my favorite beauty parlor being renovated.

I get upset because someone is not responding to my WhatApp messages on time.

I am getting mad at the flip-kart delivery boy for delivering my parcel 90 minutes late. 

Have I really become that person? The person who is so far removed from reality that she is now wallowing in self pity about problems that don’t exist?  

Have I become that person with First World Problems in a Third World Nation? 

Is this the time to wake up and smell the coffee? Coz if I can do that then I will consider myself lucky. As most people out there doesn’t even have the luxury to smell coffee.